Daily Yellowstone journal., 1887-12-01
AN INDIAN STORY.


"That pig II be ready TO kill in cou-
pie o. weeks more" said the old settler,
q he and little Peleg stood by the sty
hooking at the fat grunter eating his even
ing meal. Hes fit enough to kill now
Ear that matter, fer he's ez fat as fall
bar, an durn nigh ez big. | only wish
he were bar, Peleg. Jeewhizzl Mebbe
] wouldn't bounce inter that pen nor
nothin'! I'd show We rassel, sonny, an
give ye an idee how usty shet the wind
often bars wen took it inter my head
b bother with 'em. l gener'ly had 'em
hid out cold, ii l felt that way. fore
they had time to claw. Iunly wish that
shoat were an ol' he bar, Peleg, SOS I
could git in that pen an show ye one O.
The leetle reecryations l usty hev durin'
Raay spells wen ! were boy"
Peleg gazed at the pig. He was silent
and seemed lost in reflection. BY and by
he said:
"Grandpop, I wish you'd tell me, as
near as you can figure 'em up, how many
bears you ever tao 1led and got the best
ef. don't mean the woods full and
VocdsTull that ou We shot, hut the bears
that you've just walked up to and ketched
BY the neck and shut their wind right off,
sr thumped 'en into conniption fits be-
fore they knew they were hurt"
''Gosh, sonny" exclaimed the old set
Ger. after recovering from the surprise
Peleg's request had given him, '.ye don't
want me TO spend hull evenin', and fill
both sides of your slate a fggerin', do
Je7 / can't do it, sonny, but arter yer
Gfan'mammy goes to the sewin' circle
fhis evenin', over to the squire's, I'll tell
- nj. e Injin story that sumpin' called
% my mind to-day. l think it'll please
"a"
That was all satisfactory TO Peleg, and
when they were left alone in the kitchen,
ehe Old Settler began:
'Squawkee Hill. said he, "is one o.
Ire highest p'ints o. the Wolf Tongue
aBountains. Ez We circle in to'ards the
Wolf Tongues goin' sou'west FIN Sugar
Swamp, ye kin see ol' Squawkee raisin'
n front o ye right up inter the clouds
almost. Ye mowt think ye could chuck
Q stun an hit oil Squawkee squar in the
. face. f'm the way he looks to We, an so
- could, pervidin' ye could chuck the
sum a leetle matter o. nine miles or
bstter, fer the hill hain't an inch higher
- ye thin th't. The top o. Squawkee
Hill Is so hard to get to th't nobody was
sver thar, 'cept the few indyvidjuals
o. Tn gointer tell ye bout, an they was
I'll Injins. If We sh'd ever climb that
hill. Peleg, ye'd find th't jist fore We got
10 the top of ity'd come to split in the
sock more'n fifty foot wide, an so deep
th't ye can't see the bottom of il. Ye
can't go around that big split, fer it
snakes a sort o half circle around the top
q the hill, an its two ends opens in the
west side o. the hill a mile apart, the
west side bein' nothin but straight up
en- down ledge. So the crown of old
equawkee hain't much better'n an island
up in the clouds, an one that ye can't git
On TO 'nless ye throw bridge 'crost the
gulley.
'The time I'm tellin' ye bout, sonny,
a. was quite a bit o. woods on that
island, an 'mongst 'em some dead OIL
Pines th't riz up like spooks, they was SO
white an naked. They was the nestin'
places Of the biggest eagles th't ever
6ved, an even to this day thuz eagles
hys an sets an matches up thar on the
bop O. Squawkee, an steals lambs an
chickens down below at the clearin's.
In them days, Peleg, the Sugar Swamp
deestric' want the home O. civilization
th't it is today. tn want no tavern
thar then, an the citizens was all Injins
zeal red Iniins They had king, an
Pm all accounts th't has been handed
down about 'em, they must ha' ben a
tol'able jolly an conf table congregation.
The king o. them air Ingins had a son
th't he thought heap on, an he wanted
him to marry gal th't were the darter
Of one o. the way up Injins o. the gang.
The gal didn't hev no objections, ez the
young Prince Gungle- jib-goggle-eye were
Q dandy, but the young prince had a
0eakin' notion arter another piece o.
sayage caliker, and his heart didn I thumI
aoin his ribs durn bit fer the fust gal. y
"Grandpop," said little Peleg, as the
Old Settler filed his pipe, 'didn't yount
Prince whatd'ye-call-him have an Eng
nsh namef'
.'No, sonny" replied the Old Settler
~English names would ha' gone about e.
fur 'mongst them Injuns ez pint o. run
would at Sugar Swamp barn raisin'
The meanin' O Gungle- jib-goggle-eyei
name in English, though, Peleg, kir
NV ye. Il meant Snatch h-a-scalp- quick
G'n-a-houn' -pup-kin-lick-a-slxillet. sh't
isdge, 'cordin' 10 that, th't the youns
Hincs want no slouch. But all ths
onme he hid to mind his pap. an abou
Ghe time my story opens tn were a hear
O. trouble on his mind. The gal he haf
4 hankerin' fer want In society at all
m they said th't she was act'ley 20 shor
q clothes th't all the difference 'twix
Asr weekday an her sunday-go-to
msetin' toggery were th't on Sunday sh'
iximmed her finger nails. But she wer
pootier thin new blackboard painted TO
on' sheepskin ON the seat She wer
- color of red beifer In June, an ba
Q name that suited her TO q dipktum
- answered 10 Psw-paw-chink-arpin
~ Y ys'd ha' called on her an ast fe
~ IN Engiinh "a ha' inquired fer Ths
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